Beneath cold grey December skies
Snowmen stand with blind eyes
Children play in hat and scarves
While inside fires blaze in hearths

Rooms are decked in tinsel and holly
Decorating festivities warm and jolly
In icy streets carollers are singing
In shops cash tills are ringing
Children look forward with feverish excitement
To unwrapping presents and party merriment

Yet among all the seasonal fun
We must remember one special Son
And show others the danger
Of losing sight of the manger.

Julia Cutting